In a field of green a flower grows, like my love for you it blooms.
In a clouded sky the sun is high, shining on a rose in June.
When the summer breeze blows through the trees, and the robins sing their tune,
I seem to recall a sleepy dream, scented like a rose in June.
Then when winter comes and the petals fall, and this lonely flower is bare,
I know come spring the weather will bring, sweet times and love in the air.
Then when she arrives I will not need, a bouquet of orchids blue,
I know I will see my love recline, right beside a rose in June.